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this is part of the speed regulation system for Edison phonographs. for some reason there was a odd defect or something. I polished it out just in case it would interfere with the brake pad.
Mannequins of Thomas Edison and Gustave Eiffel, in the apartment Eiffel built for himself at the top of the Eiffel Tower.
Even though it's situated right across the street from the mall, this eight screen theater just couldn't make it. Cobb took over the theater in 1990, Regal took it in 1997, and Sunstar came in 2005; it closed in 2007.
Winkler Avenue at Fowler, Fort Myers.
This is just a quick "grab shot" taken with my point and shoot Elph. I wasn't planning on a photo outing and just happened to find myself in this neighborhood.
The Thomas Edison Memorial Tower and Menlo Park Museum was built in 1937 to mark the "Birthplace of Recorded Sound" in the Menlo Park section of what is now the town of Edison. The World's Largest Light Bulb is thirteen feet tall, weighs eight tons, and is illuminated at night. The tower marks the spot where Edison invented the light bulb.
There's an effort underway to restore it and expand the museum.
The light bulb tower is currently fenced off, but renovation is underway. It's scheduled to reopen in 2013.
Day 8, taken just below our 'tent cabin' site at Vermillion Valley Resort - our first food resupply stop. The locals here say they can't recall such a rich sunset in past several years. These storm clouds whipped up some serious wind later in the night.
Like many lakes in the Sierra, Lake Edison was developed for the purposes of water storage and hydroelectric power. Lake Edison was completed in 1954 with the construction of Vermillion Dam across Mono Creek, a tributary of the South Fork of the San Joaquin River. The project was completed on the 75th anniversary of the invention of the electric light and the name of Thomas Alva Edison was given to the lake in honor of the inventor. What would Edison have thought of a sunset like this over a man-made lake bearing his name?
PPPL inventors, from left, George Ascione, Charles Gentile, and Adam Cohen in Thomas Edison’s library with the Edison Award from the Research & Development Council of New Jersey. (Photo by the R&D Council of New Jersey)
The focus of Yvonne's School of Dance is to teach students dance in a positive way.
We make sure that our students are placed in class according to age and skill level.
By doing this, we can make sure that the student will not get bored or discouraged while learning how to achieve their goals.
Dance is a wonderful venue for children to learn, and keeping them comfortable and making sure that they love coming to class is our goal.
Yvonne's School of Dance
22 Vineyard Road
Edison, NJ 08817
732-248-3737
Thomas Edison's house was closed due to renovations. His laboratory (across the street) was open. We had just enough time to take a brief tour of it before we had to rush off to the Fort Myers airport to meet Tim's plane.
Originally posted in 2005.
Journaling reads: Grandma Holt (Irene Nielsen Holt) gave us her Edison phonograph not long before she died. We call it the "music box" because that's what she called it. It originally belonged to her grandparents. Since Grandma was born just after the turn of the century, that gives us an idea of how old the box it. It still works.
We have an old suitcase and a box full of was cylinders that play old turn of the century pieces, like, "Cute Little Wigglin Dance," and "Hitchy-Koo."
We love playing thee old songs, even the kids. It's amazing to us that those folksy styles were the popular music of the time. It's such a very different sound and personality from anything we're used to.
Greenfield Village, Michigan, 1978, digital copy of slide. Complete indexed photo collection at WorldHistoryPics.com.
We visited Thomas Edison's summer home in Ft. Myers, Fla. recently. They had just worked on his lab, so all his bottles were temporarily stored on this unattractive metal shelving. I tried to crop out most of the shelves because I think the bottles are really beautiful.
Born in some mysterious ethereal plane three thousand years from now, this tentacled creature accidentally traveled through time and space finding itself entirely lost in the skies above Neptune. There it stayed for decades in the cold, trapped by the planet's excessive winds and powerful storms.
Shortly after my meeting with Professor Corneelius Von Strathemburge in 1902 we set out on an interplanetary expedition to collect the Professor's thriving space florae, which he had launched to the stars half a century earlier.
Some three weeks into our journey we approached the planet, glowing in it's blue splendor. We lowered the starship into the atmosphere and released the collection mechanism. It seems to be only by coincidence that the creature was thrown into our tiny machine.
It pronounced it's name to us in it's native tongue. It's language was so complex that neither the Professor or I could make it out in it's entirety. The most prominent and recognizable vocalizations were "Eh-Da-Saah-Oahn Te-ahn-TE-Cleh-eehs." Our crude pronunciation of it's name was acceptable to it and we were glad.
We offered it hot chocolate and a warm cot to rest in. Soon after as Edison regained it's strength, it shared with us the story of it's life. It's struggles through the depths of space and his troubles in the winds of Neptune. It shared with us glorious tales of it's home world and it's confusion as to the incident that sent it to our galaxy.
After our year long expedition concluded we returned to Earth and Edison Tentacleese, with no where else to go, stayed with me at my laboratory hidden in the depths of the Himalayas.
I've taken care of Edison for many years now, but I do grow weary and tired. I can no longer keep up with it's wild curiosity and penchant for getting caught in perilous situations. It is kind hearted, for I believe Edison has several, at least three. My old friend Professor Von Strathemburge has long since left this planet. He is currently riding a comet through the depths of this galaxy.
I am hoping to find Edison a new home and caretaker. An intelligent mind that would aid it in it's research of finding a way home. A caring heart that would keep an eye out when Edison finds itself in any risky moment.
This is a 1905 Edison cartridge phonograph. I tried to figure out a way to shoot with the horn in the round hole ( on the body) and all I got was mostly horn and little body. I also tried to figure out a more interesting background, which is actually black, but went with this, which I think is just ok. PP in CS2 some cropping, change of Saturation. I had a fluorescent light over head.
Edison Park, Chicago (1936). After the Chicago Park District converted the old school into a field house, they used Works Progress Administration funds to create a park out of the surrounding area. They planted 29 trees and hundreds of shrubs. Despite its miniscule size, it offered a variety of programs for the neighborhood.